Chapter 1: "Chupchap Thakar Obhesh Ta Jedin Bhoyer Nam Pelo"
Meyeta khub sadharon. Emni ekjon, jake dekhe keu ghure takabe na. Rastay hata, bus-e dara, ba kono dokane dariye thaka—she shob jaygay nijeke choto kore rakhe. Beshi kotha bole na. Chupchap thakai tar obbhash. Karo shathe kotha bolte gele buker bhitore kemon ekta ojana chap pore jay. Jeno bhitor theke keu bole, "Chup thak, bhul bole felbi."
Tar mathay onek kotha thake. Onno ra ja bole, tar moddhe she nijer kotha-o bhabte thake. Kintu mukh khulte gele shob jeno atke jay. Kotha gulo berote pare na. Tai she chup kore thake. Dhire dhire ei chup thakai tar porichoy hoye gache.
Kintu ei chup thaka kono gorbo theke asha na. Eta kono attitude o na. Eta bhoy.
Bhoy je keu kichu bole felbe, bhoy je keu bhul bujhbe, bhoy je lokjon hasbe. Ei bhoy tar shathe protidin chole.
Tobe shobar shathe she emon na.
Nijer lokder shamne she onno. Maa-er shathe she ekdom choto bacchar moto. Kothay kothay hashe, majhe majhe obhimaan kore, abar nijer-i kotha niye nijei hese othe. Maa-er shamne she nijeke dhakar chesta kore na. Oikhane she safe feel kore.
Kintu emon manush tar jibone khub kom.
Baire prithibi-ta tar jonne ekta shobdo-hin bhoy-er jayga.
Ek shomoy she emon chilo na.
School-er din gulo mone porle she nijeke chinte pare na. Tokhon she oto chup chilo na. Class-e jawa, porte bosha, bondhuder shathe choto choto moja—ei shob chilo tar din-er ongsho. Tokhon tar jibone bhalobasha bole kono boro shobdo chilo na. Prem, relationship, future—ei shob tar mathay ashto na.
She tokhon khub shoja chilo.
Moner bhitor kono jor, kono bhangon chilo na.
Tarpor ekdin tar jibone prothom bar ekta alada bhalo lagar anubhob ashe.
She prothome bujhte pare ni eta ki. Shudhu mone hoto—oi chele-tar shathe kotha bolle mon-ta halka hoye jay. Phone-e naam dekhlei buk-er bhitore norom ekta anubhob hoy. Ekdin kotha na hole she nijer-i mon kharap hoye jay, kintu karon bujhte pare na.
She nijer ojanai tar dike ektu ektu joriye porechilo.
Tar kache prem mane chilo shudhu bhalo laga, kotha bola, nijer moto thaka.
Matro ek mash.
Ei ek mash-e she bodle jete shuru kore. Majhe majhe chup hoye jay, abar kono kono din bina karone hese othe. She nijer mone choto choto bhabna korte shuru kore—future niye, asha niye. Jodio she nijeke bar bar bole, "Eto bhaba thik na."
Tar bhitore bhoy chilo.
Karor shathe eto close howa tar obhyash chilo na. Tobe she bhabeni je eto taratari shob shesh hoye jabe.
Ekdin hothat shob thame.
Kono boro jhogra chilo na.
Kono sposto karon o chilo na.
Shudhu ekta kotha—"Ar hobe na."
Oi kotha shonar por tar matha jeno shunno hoye gache. She kichu bujhte parchilo na. Kotha gulo mathay dhakka kheye berote chay, kintu shob atke jay. Shudhu mone hoto—bhitor theke kichu bhenge poreche.
Oi raat-ta chilo tar jiboner prothom bhanga raat.
She sara raat jege chilo. Chupchap kadchilo. Kono awaj na kore. Maa jeno bujhte na pare, shei bhoy-e balish-e mukh guje rekhechilo. Tokhon she prothom bujhechilo—moner betha shorirer bethar thekeo beshi kothin.
Tarpor din gulo ar ager moto chilo na.
Ghum bhangto majh raate. Chokh bondho korlei purono kotha gulo mathay ghurte thakto. Chokher niche klanti jome jay. Ayna-e nijeke dekhle nijer chehara-keo ajana lage.
Age je meyeta nijer chehara dekhe nijeke pochondo korto, she ekhon chokh tule takateo bhoy pay.
Ei manoshik chap dhire dhire tar shorir-o bujhte shuru kore. Shorirer nijer chola-ta ar ager moto thake na. Doctor, oshudh—shob chole. Kintu bhitorer bhangon thame na.
Ei shomoy she aro eka hoye jay.
Bondhuder phone dhore na. Berote ichha kore na. Tar mone hoy—bhalobasha ar bishash tar jonne na.
Ekdin she nijeke nijer moto kore bole,
"Ar keu na. Ar kokhono na."
Kintu she janeni, jibon tokhono tar golpo shesh kore ni.
Ei chup thaka shudhu obbhash chilo na.
Oi din theke eta bhoyer naam peyechilo.